Blackfeather Woods shambles

Of course none of it made sense to her. He grimaced at her question, for it was a difficult one to answer and one he did not fully know the answer to himself either. Cicero looked away briefly, a silence lapsing between them while he tried to put the puzzle pieces in order and considered how to explain; and if he'd explain. "I am..." He halted briefly, his lip quavering; "... Cicero."

He paused again, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth thoughtfully. "Sheogorath is a beast. He..." But it was unfair to blame him for everything, especially when he was such a strong part of him. Once upon a time Cicero had thought himself and the beast to be two entirely different persons, but he could not deny that they shared a body and he remembered how much Sheogorath he had felt when he'd done what he had to Xan. Perhaps they were not so different after all. His face remained void of emotion as he said, "He brought you here. How has he treated you?"